"Return, return to the general, this is stewed pork." The servant serving the food was so frightened by Yang Bing that he knelt on the ground and did not dare to raise his head.
Yang Bing frowned: "Why does this pork smell so fishy?"
"What's wrong? Brother Yang, is this stew delicious?" The fourth prince Zhu Yun looked at Yang Bing with doubts on his face. As he spoke, he picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth.
Yang Bing looked at Zhu Yun with his eyes widened in shock: "Can you eat this?"
Guan Shiru on the side couldn't understand either: "General Yang, this stew is a good thing. It's hard to eat normally."
"Damn, you guys have such a strong taste." Yang Bing thought to himself. It seems like you, the dignified fourth prince, haven't eaten anything good.
Yang Bing shook his head helplessly and stood up: "Wait, let's see this general show you my skills!"
The fourth prince and Guan Shiru, an old man and a young man, looked at each other, wondering what happened to Yang Bing today.
When he arrived at the kitchen of the General's Mansion, Yang Bing saw a strong man nearly two meters tall standing in front of the stove, looking at the stew in the pot with doubts. His dark face was full of doubts.
It turned out that just before Yang Bing arrived, the boy serving the dishes ran back one step ahead of Yang Bing to report the news to the strong man.
"There's nothing wrong with this stew. Why does the young general find it unpalatable?" The strong man touched his head, picked up a piece of meat, put it in his mouth, and chewed it carefully.
"No problem, it smells good." The strong man's words reached Yang Bing's ears, and he almost made Yang Bing sick. Thinking of the smell of the stew just now, Yang Bing's stomach churned.
"Ahem." Yang Bing coughed, and then the strong man noticed Yang Bing standing at the door.
"Ah, Major General!" When the strong man saw Yang Bing, he immediately knelt on the ground, cupped his fists and saluted. His huge body was kneeling in front of Yang Bing, just like an adult kneeling to a junior high school student.
"What's your name?" Yang Bing looked at the strong man's honest and simple look, and the anger in his heart dissipated a lot.
"Back to General, the younger one's name is Zhang Meng."
Yang Bing walked to the stove and leaned out to look at the meat in the cauldron. It still smelled so fishy: "Don't you blanch the meat for stew?"
"Bleach?" Zhang Meng didn't even know what blanch was.
Seeing Zhang Meng's look, Yang Bing immediately understood why the meat was so smelly. It seemed that the Ming Dynasty didn't have this concept yet.
"Brother Yang, what are you doing in the kitchen?" Fourth Prince Zhu Yun couldn't help but be curious and followed him.
"Haha, Fourth Prince, today I will let you have a taste of real delicacies." Yang Bing glanced at Zhang Meng who was kneeling on the ground: "Get up and help me, the general."
"Yes, yes." Zhang Meng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Yang Bing did not punish him.
The fourth prince leaned against the door and looked at Yang Bing with interest.
Yang Bing rolled up his arms and sleeves, picked up a piece of raw pork with the skin on, cut it into mahjong-sized cubes, and put it into cold water. Zhang Meng was stunned by this operation.
"Major General, this stew needs to be fried first."
Yang Bing didn't even look at Zhang Meng: "Stir-fried? You haven't removed the blood in it. How can the stewed meat be delicious?"
Zhang Meng looked at Yang Bing and didn't dare to refute. He just felt that another piece of good meat was wasted.
But Yang Bing looked at the meat in the pot very seriously. After a while, a large amount of blood foam appeared in the country.
Yang Bing then followed the method of braised pork in his previous life, turning the blanched meat into a plate of rosy and shiny stew in an instant.
The moment it came out of the pot, the aroma of braised pork filled the entire General's Mansion.
Even the fourth prince Zhu Yun couldn't help but drool.
Yang Bing picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth to taste: "It's not bad, at least it's much better than the stewed meat." Turning to look at the door, he saw that the people of the house were already standing behind the fourth prince. .
Even the virtuous and dignified Yu Ning gave up her reserved look and kept poking her head behind Wan Qi Ke'er, wanting to see what was so delicious.
"Yang Bing, what are you doing? Why does it taste so delicious?" Wan Qike'er walked in, and without caring about anyone else, he reached out and picked up a piece of meat and put it in his mouth.
"Wow!!!" Wan Qike'er seemed to have opened the door to a new world.
The rich meaty aroma, without any peculiar smell, can be said to be a delicacy for her, a native of the Ming Dynasty.
"Yang, Brother Yang, can I have a taste?" The fourth prince couldn't bear it for a long time. He walked over and started eating directly, regardless of Yang Bingtong's consent. He didn't care about his status as a prince at all, and while eating, he took the jade. Ning pulled over.
"General Yang's stew tastes really delicious. Compared with the previous stews, it can be said that it is far behind." Yu Ning was full of praise after tasting it.
But Yang Bing was helpless, thinking that it really didn't matter.
Just as he was about to speak, Yang Bing heard a sizzling sound coming from the stove behind him. He turned around and saw Zhang Meng scraping the remaining soup in the pot with a shovel. As soon as it entered his mouth, Zhang Meng Meng felt that his world view had collapsed, and he looked at Yang Bing in surprise.
Yang Bing smiled slightly, beckoned him over, and pointed at the braised pork on the table: "You saw the process of stewing the meat just now. I will do it this way in the future. Do you understand?"
Zhang Meng nodded: "I understand, general!"
At this moment, Yang Bing has become a tall giant in Zhang Meng's heart.
"Yang Bing, what's the name of your stew?" Wan Qike'er wiped the oil from his mouth and asked curiously.
The fourth prince and Yu Ning, as well as Zhang Meng standing aside, also cast the same question.
Yang Bing thought for a while and decided to use the simplest name: "Braised Pork."
As soon as he finished speaking, a good way to make money suddenly appeared in Yang Bing's mind.
"Fourth Prince, I have a good opportunity to make money, do you want it?" Yang Bing said and moved closer to Zhu Yun who was still devouring his food.
The fourth prince was still immersed in the delicious food and did not even look at Yang Bing: "Say, who doesn't want to make money?"
"It's just that it requires early investment. I don't know if the Fourth Prince has the strength?" Yang Bing had a smirk on his face.
Zhu Yun suddenly felt as if a hungry wolf was sitting next to him, drooling and staring at him.
Slowly putting down the bowls and chopsticks in his hands, the fourth prince Zhu Yun said intermittently: "Need, how much do you need?"
Zhu Yun knew what Yang Bing did in Kyoto, and naturally also knew how much money Yang Bing spent on establishing the Black Armored Guards. Now that Yang Bing asked him to take the money, based on his understanding of Yang Bing, he would never few.
"Hehe, not much, not much, fifty thousand taels of silver." Yang Bing looked at the fourth prince with a flattering look.
The fourth prince immediately felt as if he had been struck by lightning: "How much!"
Yang Bing felt a little embarrassed: "How about 40,000?"
Zhu Yun suddenly laughed: "Well, Brother Yang, you also know that my father has always advocated that the royal family should not be extravagant and wasteful. The money given to us princes is only about the same as that of the ministers. We really don't have that much money in our hands." There are many, why don’t you ask others?”
As he spoke, the fourth prince began to pace slowly towards the door. Just as he was about to step out of the room, the fourth prince suddenly felt his shoulders being grabbed.
